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Within Hours Songtext
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time is on our side,
sleep is slow,
and underfoot is only the world
that chimes cued by man-time,
but we have a soul,
so we don't need a face
we just need a home;
no eyes to see the smile above the chin,
and no nose to smell the breath within,
and curdled down to the white bone,
which fray and whip till they sing,
and slip in the line
?we don't need a face,
we just need a home?.
and no ears beneath the receding hairline. climb with all your ropes tied in a bow
sleep is slow,
and underfoot is only the world
that chimes cued by man-time,
but we have a soul,
so we don't need a face
we just need a home;
no eyes to see the smile above the chin,
and no nose to smell the breath within,
and curdled down to the white bone,
which fray and whip till they sing,
and slip in the line
?we don't need a face,
we just need a home?.
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